Was it something they said?

Was It Something they said?

We all have memories and dreams of what a person, (special or otherwise)  has said to us, leaving an imprint of it on our memory.
I believe that these special words are a road to the creation of stories and I'm interested in finding and seeing them.
So please share yours with me, of course I know "I love you wins hands down? but I want you to look further than that.!
So I will leave you with mine and look forward to receiving yours.

 Please I Beg You Stay.



be well    Agman

Ships Of Old English Oak. (with a bit of salt)

Oak.

English Oak.

The shipbuilder choice.

Where did all that wood go?

Well many of these square Riggers are still on display, saved for future generations to admire.

And a lot of the good serviceable
parts were cannibalised and used on other ships, some of these bits continued to have their original names still burned into them.
Commemorative keep- sakes; a Barometer?
A Wooden Leg would you believe? even a pair of bishops chairs and an Altar. and many other items, all made out of ships oak.
What was left over? was sold on to repair other smaller boats and then on to build houses and furniture.
If you wander around some older museums, you will see many of these pieces, displaying their names and what battles they were in, and many others are lost in time, with their memories, fear, happiness, steel cannons, ropes, sails and the reek and stain of men's blood dried into the oak forever.

I can tell you the story of the end of the "Fighting Temeraire" (with a tear in my eye.)
A ship of her time.

The Fighting Tameraire was first launched at Chattam in 1798 as a 98 gun ship.
She and her crew under Captain Eliab served in many great battles with the Fleet.
The most notable one being at the battle of Trafalgar, where she and her crew served with distinction when she attacked the French ship Redouble! in support of Nelson! who was under some pressure at that time? she sailed on to continue the battle against the French ship Fougeux, earning  her the nick name "The Fighting Tameraire" I believe it's true to say she was a favourite of the English public at that time.

In 1838 the admiralty decided the Temeraire had come to the end of her useful fighting life.
So she was sold off to a Mr John Beaston at Sheerness and towed up river to Rotherhithe to be dismantled.

It's worthy to note, she was towed upriver by two steam tugs, a first in the use of these vessels for such a sad long journey,

Now the sunsets breezes shiver.
and she's fading down the river.
But in England's song's forever.
She's the Fighting Temeraire

Yes she was dismantled and sold on in the manner I described.
But the oak of the Temeraire is another story.

So gather around you? Bloggers and listen to me,
for I have a wee poem I'd like to tell to thee?

Where a low wood gate swings open to some cottage garden fare.
The tired traveller, may ask idly "why?
"The moss grows greener on it's rugged wood there."
Even a sailors child may not answer.
Or even know? that the nights dew lies deep in the wood rents.
Of the "Fighting Temeraire"


Agman

A Special Day for me

A9A

Norman Franklin.

Pilot, Talented Engineer.
A good guy and my friend.

Of course he may not have agreed with that last statement, he often said I was stupid and wild and how I was still alive, was a mystery to him. anyway I still think he liked me, and we flew in many places in the world together. Frank and I were involved in a fuelling fire in Columbia and my ole buddy was severely burned and it took a couple of years for him to recover, I only received a bit of a sun tan and lost all my hair, anyway hair grew back, sun tan went away, I was fine.

Frank always said  "Donnelly! your just one lucky bastard"

I will blog Franks story one day, this is just about a special meeting we had, which I remembered after reading a comment on one of my blogs placed by Barbara of March House books, (a good place to visit by the way).

There I was at Prestwick Airport Scotland, waiting for Frank to come through off of his Flight from Canada.
I had phoned him to ask for his help to finish this job at Oban?

As the pilot I had, went, home as soon as the weather turned, to wind, rain, snow and generally unpleasant, anyway he was as useless as tits on a donkey! I was pleased to see him go.

It was worth the lecture I will receive from Frank after the porky pies, I told him to get him to come, this was his first job since the fire, and I was hoping it would turn him around and get him back in the cockpit.

There he comes, striding along as he always did, scanning left and right, he looked straight passed me, I was shaking with a big smile on my face, the bastard never let up that he had seen me, he moved out of the queue placed his flight bag on the ground and started to look about him, I'm sure he saw me? but no! he turned his back to me as I ran towards him.

Just on the point I was going to slap his back, he turned grabbed me lifted me off of the floor swung me around and placing me on the floor he kissed me on the lips! I was staggered! No blown away! then he smiled and said "Donnelly you just kissed my arse because that's where the lip skin came from".

Frank had a weird sense of humour and I wanted to kill him when that airport official told us to "take the weird behaviour outside" I could have died on the spot with shame.

well the rest of this story is for another day.

This was a special day for me.

Agman

Amoonet my Queen of Queens

The all seeing eye

Amoonet.

Queen of Queens.

This is part of her story.

"May she live forever"

Ancient Egypt.

4th Dynasty. Abydos.



A holy burial site, As yet! not discovered.( so it remains inviolate and unplundered by the modern day  grave robbers!)

My Pharaoh chose wisely placing his Queen of Queens in her Holy burial site with-in his Pyramid complex,  joined only by one hallway (The Hallway to Eternity!) that led away from the Pyramid complex to the west and below, with just one door, that when opened  passed directly to "Imhet", a holy place,  that only a Pharaoh who has the power as a God, can pass through, taking his queen with him to join the Gods. "May they live forever"

My name is "Sunu". and I speak for the Queen.
I am a temple priest and physician and personal assistant and adviser to "Amoonet" my Queen of Queens.

I have been in her service for over 30 years.
I witnessed the birth of her three children, who all grew up to full adulthood in good health.

It has been my duty to ensure my Queen is kept up to date with all of the court gossip in the land, and all respects due to her are paid under penalty of death.
By Pharaohs order. "May he live forever"

I "Sunu" will stand and speak for my queen, to all the visiting "Gods" as she lays in her coffin, within the huge stone Sarcophagus and waits on Pharaoh to come for her.
"May she live forever"

She is pure, her heart weighing less than the lightest feather in the two Kingdoms.
"May she live for ever".

She personally laid her hand on me, choosing me to act as her living "Shawabis" a great honour for me and my temple.
The scribes placed my name in her tomb, describing my life and my devotion to my Queen and giving me the honoured title of " Wab-Priest" and "Lector Priest" so I may attend her as she deserves, during her wait for her Pharaoh.

I attended the funeral embalming, and saw to it that my Queen had the heart Scarab!  placed in the correct position and to ensure my Queen had all the amulets and jewels that would protect her from "Apophis" the  serpent demon who threatens travellers, passing the underworld on their way to the after life and immortality.
I listened to the prayers, read from the book of the dead.
As was my duty, affording my Queen the right of passage through to the afterlife, with her Pharaoh. "May they live forever".

As her time of internment came near, I spent a week in "The room of Life" at my Temple, in prayer and meditation.

I had a vision from "Amun-Ra", he told me that on his journeys across the sky, he had looked into the future for thousands of years and saw strange men robbing our tombs. walking with no respect on the dust of our ancesters and taking their holy contents away, to far away lands, unknown to him?
Many minor deities who are carved in living rock, will be removed and placed in a big house, unable to leave and wander through afterlife, a sacrilege against a living God.

"You must leave a message for your Pharaoh within his tomb as a warning, and leave a message this very night for "Hery Seshta" the controller of mysteries. So he may change all the Hieroglyphics within the two lands at  our burial sites now and in the future, so these strange people may never know our true stories of our holy lands."

These grave robbers with there given titles of no consequence, will make up their own stories of our world, declaring it to their world, that what they say is true,  But they will know in their heart of hearts, that they really know nothing? made up stories showing only their self interest! bigotry! greed! They will have no understanding of the land of Maat.

The land of Maat is gone far from their reach. We shall leave this land and return to our true home amongst the stars.
Then I command you," to let all my priest in the two lands know of your vision. and to prepare our people for a great journey"
Bowing down I said " it will be done Lord" "May you live for ever."

The funeral moved slowly towards the Pyramid entering and descending down to the burial chambers, only the "Sem Priest" and his brothers were to pass further into the passageway.
My Queen in her coffin was placed into her Sarcophagus and the heavy lid moved into place sealing her in for eternity, the wings of "Horus" were carved around the sarcophagus giving Divine protection,
Pharaohs Cartouche  on the right hand lower corner included the name of my beloved Queen, "Amoonet"

The whole entrance, hallway and burial room were covered with beautiful hieroglyphics, telling our stories as only we the people of this land, can do.

The priests procession departed the tomb praying and singing, on reaching the False door they closed it, covering it with spells and curses.and withdrew from the Pyramid, all records of the false door and my Queens tomb were removed.
I invoked a spell of invisibility within the tomb and the door slowly faded away,
I placed a healing statue in the centre of the hallway covered it with spells to protect my Queen of Queens from any harm. As she waits on the edge of eternity for her Pharaoh to come for her.
I placed Amulets at each corner within the tomb.
I prayed to Amun-Ra to increase the power "Apotropaic" within the Amulets, and give his protection to my Queen.
I placed the Scarab Amulets in a line along the floor from the false door, down the hall and into her tomb chamber and around  her Sarcophagus in a circle, giving rebirth and creation.

I prayed at my Queens tomb and asked her for her blessing.
I place the golden cup with the poison of life within it, at the foot of her Sarcophagus.
I told her I would greet her Pharaoh when he comes for her. "May you live for ever."
I returned to the false door.
I bowed down dropping to my knees and prayed to all the gods to help me, to bring down a curse that will destroy any person who enters this tomb uninvited.
I projected the curse around the door, I sat facing the door awaiting to greet my Pharaoh and reunite him with his Queen of Queens.

My  prayer:
Oh spirit of life, please stay with me and guide me? until the time, My Queen is set free!
May the poison of life never pass my lips, let me bear witness to their joining and passing together to the afterlife, and eternity.

Some great tragedy must have befallen the two lands and my Gods and my people, for it's been over a thousand years, and Pharaoh has not passed through the false door.
My Queen waits as I do.
The plundering and stealing has started.
Just as our King of Kings had foretold in my vision.
Our Gods no longer walk the land.                            

Amun-Ra.

I pray:
"Amoonet my Goddess Queen!"
"I prostrate myself in front of you and promise, I will always protect you, until that day Pharaoh comes to take you away."

I can only protect my Queen by protecting the door.
So I sit facing the door, as another thousand years pass.
Hoping and praying to "Horus" to help my  Queen.
So my Pharaoh will appear.
And Take her to safety, beyond the false door and into the afterlife
with the Gods.

Agman

So It's Sunday.

Share with me

SO! It's Sunday ?
The 20/07/2014.

So What! I here you say,
it's just another day?
But is it? just another day I mean.
There will never be another.

So! what went through your mind today?
That made you stop and think, some little memories that surfaced making you  think,
Making you feel sad or even happy? share it with me and maybe it will help to enhance my Sunday.
I'll share a memory of mine with you,
I'll go first okay?

I was never gifted with the ability to play any instrument.
But I was gifted with the ability to listen and  sing along.
You know what? it is enough to make me happy.

So share with me and you may make me happy

Oh Yes! another little memory, that's tripping through my mind.

I went down to the St James Infirmary,
and I saw my lady there,
She was laid out on a long white table, so cold, so dead, so fair,
So let her go? let her go? God bless her.
She can search the whole world over,
But she will never find a loving man like me.

This blues song conjures up memories for me.

So I invite you to share a wee memory of yours with me.

Agman.

Country poetry

Cheeky

Country Poetry.

If you think things are bad now, read this.



The scene is a small roadside cafe, the waitress is sweeping the floor.
Two truck driver are drinking their coffee, two country kids are standing  near the door.

"How much is that candy"? they asked her,
"How much have got"?  she replied.
"We've only a penny between us"
"The're two for a penny" she lied!

And the daylight grew heavy with thunder with the smell of the rain on the wind, ain't that just like a human?
Here comes that rainbow again.
One truck driver called to the waitress, after the kids went outside
"Them candies ain't two for a penny"
" What's that to you" she replied.
In silence they finished their coffee and got up and nodded goodbye,
She called " hey you've left too much money"
"What's that to you they replied.

I believe this belongs to Kris Kristoffenson,
he had his finger on the pulse of life this day,

Ain't that just like a human?
Agman

A Week in Manila

Manila.
Mid 1970's

Duty.:
Pilot Drug Enforcement Agency.

Aircraft: Cessna: to be picked up.



A lot of my blog's! I seem to seek out the sadness in my stories.
I'm going to try and change this.
This story is about a week in Manila, and it's happiness with a capital "H".

So here I am walking out of the main airport, to pick up a pressurised aircraft that has been confiscated by the D.E.A. for the part it played in smuggling drugs, whilst the previous owners have taken up residence in the local prison and I fly the Cessna back to Vietnam and put it to work.

It will take about a week to clear up all the paper work.
So I thought I'd do a bit of a pub crawl of the night life.
I had heard  that the night life is really good and on occasions violent. so there is a need, to be careful!
So I was in my hotel room, getting changed after a shower,
I get room service to iron my jeans and a white T shirt and polish up my brown flight boots. got to look cool?
I'm dressed and ready, I put a few bucks into my pocket and I walk out of the hotel and down the street to the bright lights, the atmosphere in the street full of bar's was great, it was just on dark, inviting lights everywhere!

I picked one out, it was called "Night Life" and I walked in, through the doors and down a stairway to the the bar area.
The atmosphere was buzzing, about 30 people standing at the bar and sitting at the tables with dim lighting and the Juke box giving "Blue suede shoes!" a blast and everybody seemed to be chatting and smiling and dancing, just great for me!

As I approached the bar the crowd opened and let me through to the bar.
It was as if I was being engulfed into a net of friendly bodies.
I was just looking about when the barman asked me to "name my poison"? I said " bottle, cold and local please" very quickly he opened and placed a cold bottle in front of me, I went to pay and he said " First beer is on the house and we will run a tab for you okay"? I said "thanks."  What a great boozer?
I moved about introducing myself saying, "my friends call me Aussie Tel, I'm returning to my home after having myself a tour of the world". A white lie yes? and it hurts me just a little bit, but there maybe people here who would not appreciate what I do for a living. That is also the reason I left my dog tags and medi tag in my toilet bag.

This looks like being one of those evenings, so I decided to make a plan? to last the night out, I must eat! I spoke with the barman and he said "they did a local fish meal with beans and local bread" sounds good to me, so I ordered it.
Then I just forgot all about, as the questions about Australia were coming thick and strong and the beer was good.
you know the story?
The next minute or so, I smelt the most beautiful perfume, it surround me as if I had just entered a rose garden, intoxicating!
I turned around and a waitress was standing with her tray, she said "your meal is on the table please follow me" I was so stunned by her beauty, some of the locals laughed at me and gave me a push.
I had been looking unashamedly directly at her face making her blush just a little and smile back at me. She had long curly black hair, green green eyes, smooth smooth skin, pink to red lips, her teeth were chrystal white and her mouth was the sweetest pink. What a beauty!
She looked directly into my eyes and turned and led me away to my table.
I followed her across  the room she had a figure to suit the rest of her beauty,
I could feel the crowd watching me, I must have looked like a little puppy dog following her, anyway by the time I reached the table I had recovered my cool and most of my control.
I ate my meal and finished it off with a bowl of Goats yogurt, she came and cleared my table.

I was playing it real cool, I only looked at her when she walk away from me, but her perfume stayed just to tease me, and it was doing a good job?
After a short while she bought a liquor glass of cold peppermint, very nice.
I decided to return to the bar when I noticed a couple of ladies dancing and decided to join them, they were very gracious and showed me their version of Rock and Roll , Elvis was still rocking!
The waitress moved pass me a few times, but not close enough for me to speak to her. I just so desperately needed to dance with her.

I was just on the point of giving up, thinking to myself she already had a man and I was just dreaming dreams that weren't to be, plus too much booze?
Near the end of the evening a large portion of the crowd had departed and the dance floor was heaving to the sound of slow music and cuddling couples.

I was back at the bar when I smelt that perfume again, I turned she held her hand out and said " Come let dance" I followed her to the dance floor, feeling like a little puppy, (feeling 10 feet tall as well) do you know that feeling?

We danced around the floor, her hand in mine, with her other hand on my shoulder, with my other hand in the small of her back.
We glided around captivated by the music and each other, she placed her head on my chest, I leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Princess you Stink   (pause)   lovely" her hand quickly came up to slap me and just stopped in time to change it into a playful slap with a warm smile.
Waving her finger she said "you are cheeky!" then she gentle leaned into me and kissed me, I can still taste her memory on my lips.
Of course I was at the bar every night after that, we made each other very happy.
I received a few messages to say my aircraft was ready and waiting and to contact base, which I never did, I thought they would not send the marines in before the weekend, so I stayed for the full week, after Vietnam this was so wonderful, she was wonderful.

It was my time to leave, I went down to the bar shook hands with the barman and gave him enough dollars to buy all my cronies a drink, then I went to find my lady she was in the kitchen I lifted her off her feet and kissed her goodbye, saying "I'll be back"  she smiled and gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek, and I was gone.

With all my white lies, I don't regret it, I hadn't been as happy for a long time.

Love is so lawless?
 Agman